Fantastic way to slip out and pick up a baguette, perhaps sit an have an espresso or two, and share some work-related gripes with your friend who just got off the metro. She displays a great, innate sense of style by being well-turned out even when the occasion doesn’t call for it. When you look like that, I don’t mind you filching my jacket at all. Speaking of espresso …. goodnight, M’Lovelies.

The mules look like bedroom slippers, the skirt like a dining room curtain, and the jacket like her father’s. I don’t think it’s a style but I give her credit for being so resourceful with whatever she finds around the house.

Sloppy? Sure.
But at least it’s something fresh. In a year or two we will look back on these last couple years and the very homogeneous styles and cringe just like we do with the looks of the 90s today. I’m always happy to see someone brave enough to do something different.